A couple walked into a nightclub. The doorman greeted them with a smile:
“Hey, Dave! How’s it going?”

Dave’s wife frowned. “Have you been here before?”

“Oh no,” Dave said quickly. “He’s on my bowling team.”

A few minutes later, the waitress came over.
“Want your usual, Dave?” she asked, setting down a Budweiser.

His wife’s eyes narrowed. “And how does she know you drink Budweiser?”

Dave stammered, “She’s in the Ladies’ Bowling League, honey. We share lanes sometimes.”

Just then, a dancer rushed over, threw her arms around Dave, and purred,
“Hi, Davey! Want your usual dance tonight?”

That was it. His wife grabbed her purse and stormed out.

Dave chased after her and jumped into the cab she had hailed.
“Honey, wait! This is all a misunderstanding!” he pleaded.

She shouted at him the whole way, furious.

Finally, the cab driver glanced in the mirror and said with a grin:
“Wow, Dave… looks like you’re in real trouble tonight.”